Go West, You Harlot!
Alexis Ashe
The dudes get driven crazy by their horses and
me, playing cards with the queen of hearts brushed on like rouge
and called my lips, They love all that artistic like a showgirl,
attitude like a man, so I pole dance to The Cult
and I do it for Dallas, cause hearing you’re just a lil devil
is a medicine even better than the Apache tear in my handbag
and I know I've got pyromaniac blues,
but any man who could understand
doesn't rely on me to make him cool
The starry frontiers made me a bad girl,
the punk rock saloon can make you wild, if you try
Heavy makeup and Penthouse stories
from the city in the east, everyone knows I’m the hottest belle
in this stagecoach, I’m no other lady,
I’m spinning into a ritual at the bar, marriage,
striped stockings, catcalling
the words
Go west, you harlot